He Clings to Me Every Night

Michael Marshall covered his father with a blanket.

The head nurse looked seriously at Michael, “President Michael Marshall, may I have a word with you?”

Michael Marshall nodded and followed the head nurse out of the ward.

“President Michael Marshall, please take good care of Mr. Alexander Marshall. He really cannot be stimulated any further. His memory recovery cannot be rushed. As I mentioned before, if Mr. Alexander Marshall feels unwell, particularly head pain, do not force on him what you all hope for. Doing so may only result in the opposite effect.”

Michael Marshall’s eyes blinked, his lips tightened, and he nodded.

Michael Marshall’s handsome features looked equally grave, “We didn’t handle things properly, we apologize, we will definitely bear this in mind.”

The head nurse spoke forcefully, “Mr. Alexander Marshall’s brain damage is not insignificant. Even though the surgery was successful, it doesn’t guarantee a full recovery. You must be mindful of this.

Especially at this stage, during the recovery from brain injury, you need to be even more cautious, try not to disturb him, let him rest and regain his health first. When he has recovered to a certain level, patiently guide him through cognition, that way, the impact on his brain injury recovery will be less.”

Michael Marshall nodded again, showing a hint of mixed emotions in his eyes, “I understand, thank you for the heads up.”

“I know it’s not easy to care for a patient, but you can’t rush things. What is needed is more patience. Some stroke patients engage in rehabilitation for years with just a bit of improvement but not doing rehabilitation may make the situation worse. This does indeed require the patience and persistence of the family.”

“Director, I understand. I won’t let anyone disturb him.”

“Lately, we have been doing some basic recovery exercises for Mr. Alexander Marshall. Through some toys, making learning fun, it helps to engage him while stimulating his brain. It’s very much like the way we learn as children, the way our parents teach us, learning to speak, learning to eat, learning to recognize, step by step.”

The head nurse showed Michael a video.

Michael saw clearly that his father’s hands were still not so deft, his actions somewhat clumsy. The simple task of threading beads not only made his hands shake but also took quite a bit of time to thread the string through the large hole in the bead.

Seeing his dad being praised by the rehabilitation trainer and seeing that innocent smile on his face, a nameless moisture welled up in Michael’s eyes.

The head nurse continued, “There are some educational toys in Mr. Alexander Marshall’s room to improve his operational skills. If you have time, you can play with him.”

Michael was too choked with emotion to speak, his eyes shining with a tearful glint.

The head nurse patted Michael’s shoulder and left first.

…

Once his emotions had calmed, Michael returned to his father’s ward.

Having been advised by the head nurse, Michael now noticed the toys in the ward.

There were building blocks, spirally arranged abacus beads, bead threading, symbolic picture books…

Michael also saw the photo album placed on the counter. He carefully opened the album and saw that it was his father’s treasure, full of pictures of his father and mother.

This album must have been brought by Bella Thompson. Her intentions were definitely not pure, this woman hasn’t changed at all, which really made him feel cold!

Right then, Aria Douglas said, “President Michael Marshall, after Mr. Alexander Marshall looked through this album, he got very emotional and kept saying he had a headache. Mrs. Thompson… she… she told Mr. Alexander Marshall many things about the album.”

Michael gave a glance at Aria Douglas, “I understand. From now on, if Bella Thompson and her child come, stop them, don’t let them disturb my dad. On their side, I will say something stern.”

Aria Douglas did not say anything else, a sly light flashed in her eyes.